Most of my clients are amazing people. They come from all walks of life. With my love of personal culture and people watching, this job is one of the best. One of my clients, today; was telling me about the time they taped up Shaquille O’neal’s ankle. He liked it so much, he gave them a shoe, signed. This client was telling me and the boss, what a nice man Shaquille is. They showed us a picture of the shoe, being held by one of their students. Size 26. A small child could kayak down a river in that shoe. Great story!
When I get a client who, during the interview, smiles at my questions and tells me, “I trust you to know what needs to be done.” In my head, I’m split. My egoist, is puffed up and ready to dazzle this person with my skills and fiery Chi. My inner monk is chill as shit and reminds me. “Through you. Not from you.” My insecure self is freaking out. “What if you do something they’ll hate? What if your instincts are wrong?” Then, there’s the stoic, who sighs and reminds me. “You do this all the time and your instincts and skill haven’t failed you, yet.”
Today, I had that scene going on in my head. My client, is a very practical, intellectual, who knows sports medicine. I’ve worked on them 3 times and they trust me now. No pressure. Core-link is the craniosacral hold I felt they needed. One hand on their sacrum and the other cradling their head. It’s a very powerful hold. The session went very well. For being as skeptical as they claim. They sure do respond well to the work. After the treatment. They floated out of the room with a wistful smile. “How does this work? I need to know.” I won’t go on about my sad attempt at explaining “the magic” of craniosacral. The trip is different for everyone. But it’s profound. This person told me, that during the core-link hold, It felt as if they were being held by their mother, who’s been gone for 18 years. They were almost crying, so of course, I teared up, too. Before they left, after my sad explanation of how craniosacral works. They went on about how some people might know something inside and out, with their brains, but not know the art of the subject. THAT is what I think when it comes to therapists. Some are so, over educated and have a massive skill set but they lack, something. Some, disconnect mentally or energetically. So focused on their book learning that they forget to understand that we are working with. A soul wrapped in flesh, social conditioning, and trauma. Sometimes, it’s not just the body that needs some attention.
My second client today is fantastic. They talk a lot, but they’re funny and have good stories. They also send in their very, cool daughter. Another, tattooed artist! Her ex-husband is a retired, massage therapist. She knows what she likes, and she likes me.
A few things that have been churning in my gut. #1. I have had to educate more clients than I like, about their power to end a massage. This is IMPORTANT! If you’re not liking how the massage is going. If the therapist is talking too much. If the music is driving you nuts. If you need an extra blanket or one removed. If the pressure is too light or too deep. SAY SOMETHING. 9 out of 10 therapists will honor your request. We are here to make you feel better. This is YOUR massage. You’re paying good money for a service and it should be what you want. If the therapists makes you feel icky, creeped out or will not honer your request, if able. END IT. Tell them to stop the massage. If it’s bad, scream. I have heard too many people give too much power and control to their therapist. “I didn’t say anything because I figured they knew what they were doing.” “I’m so embarrassed! I don’t want anyone to know they did that to me.” “I didn’t know I could do that.” YES! You can do that. Protect yourself. I hate to say this but, predators are everywhere. If someone is not honoring your reasonable, requests. You may end it. If you don’t like a particular therapist and they’re the only one available. Don’t feel bad for waiting to book with your favorite therapist. #2. Massage schools need to warn students about the physical demands of being a massage therapist. It’s HARD! I’m sick to death with these egotistical, candy asses. In the past year alone. Two therapists have left because they found the work too difficult. I have no idea what these people thought they were going to be doing. Some will act all diva-like and say they ONLY want to do Reiki, craniosacral, Manual lymph drainage, or other, super, lightweight modality. Not at a studio run by someone who focuses on therapy and not fluff and buff spa shit. I’m working with a bad hip and knee. You get ZERO sympathy from me. #3. Insecure cunts who bounce from one bad relationship to another. “Oh, this time it’s different. I just know it.” For the sake of your children, I hope so. They always start off being prince charming. Then, when you’re emotionally and financially entangled. They take off the mask and things get ugly, quick. I wish these women well, for the most part. What chaps my ass is that they think I want to know about EVERY romantic thing that’s happened. It sounds like bragging and I know your fragile, traumatized ego needs to be validated every, few minutes. But it’s making me feel less and less kind and my mouth can spew some mean shit. I’m not proud. . Just another product of a messed up childhood.
I came home today in a great mood. Physically worn out but happy. Apparently, my parents don’t like to see me happy. Between the passive aggression and deflective insults. (I called my dad out on some childish behavior so he pointed out something I’m not good at.) My good mood fell like a souffle during an earthquake. I went to my room, regrouped and came out to make brownies, cut up chicken and marinate if for tomorrow’s dinner. A few hard ciders later, all is cool.